Weekly expositor. (Brockway Centre, Mich.) 1882-1894, 1887-11-03
CHAPTER L,Y.


you are noble woman, Marguerite
I / never knew how noble until now"
CHAPTER L'V.
He knew the whole story now in all
its sad details. the cruel treachery of
| Lady Perth, the madness of misery into
which his beautiful young wife had been
! plunged; he understood all she had felt
and sacrificed in al wing herself to be
thought dead-her generosity in prefer
ring imprisonment rather than bring
| the least shadow on her daughters life.
"You are noble woman, Narguer-
! ite," he repeated; then he drew her
nearer to him; he took off the prison
cap and flung it on the or und; he ca.
ressed with loving hands the rings OF
| golden curls
"My Marguerlter' he cried, passion
ately "You look as youn and beau
tiful as when ] first saw YOU in the
garden at install. oh. love! il we
could only live our lives over again all
would be 40 different. Oh, love! will
you forgive me-will YOU let the past
be blotted out will YOU take it as it is -
will You let me begin life again with
you and let me atone to you for the
pastP
For all answer she lad her arms
round his neck and kissed him. A great
light came over Lord Stairs face, and
in that moment the past was forgotten.
and the new life began.
To Lord Stair the darkest part of the
whole business was that he could not
take his wife away with hin. The usual
routine had 10 be gone through; the
whole matter had to be laid before the
authorities and in due course Of time
Lady Stair was released.
Not at once did Lord Stair tell the
story to his daughter, she did not know
| il for some mon hs. Pc evaded all her
inquiries about Mrs. Grey, and told her
| that in time the whole mystery would
be solved for her.
He did the wisest thing under the
circumstances; he went abroad and took
| his beautiful wife with him. Then, in
| the summer time, he returned with her
| to Oakclifle. The tin q had come in
which he thought il wise TO tell his
daughter the story
What she felt, what she thought.
| could never be tod. She was distract
ed between love, admiral on and egret.
! A hundred times each day she would
! Kiss her, weep over her. and cry ont
that she was the most beautiful mother
/ in the wo Id A hundred times each
pay she wonld kiss the sweet face of
Marguerite Lady Stair, and cry out to
her:
"You went 10 prison TO save me. TO
save me. Oh, mother, there is nothing
so precious in all the world to me as
| you ere"
The Duke of Meath was not long in
recovering himself. He soon learned
almost to worship his beautiful mother
in law BY degrees the story became
| known, but no one on te understood it.
| simply because no one held the clue to
to IT, Darcy Este was dead and forgot.
| the brief story OF his love was
never told Even when Lady Stair told
every detail of her life 10 her daughter
she do cit lightly on that. The wonder
of it died away, as all wonders die; only
the happiness remained.
Ii was the most beautiful sight in the
world to see mother and daughter, the
two faces both so lovely, yet so differ
ent Lady Stair so fair and sweet, the
duchess with all the dark, bright lowell
ness of Stairs; they ever tired of
each other, and the duchess would
proclaim triumphantly how true her
instinct had been.
my heart went out to you, mother"
she would say. "when ] saw you look
ing at the bluebells through the gates"
I was teauti ul to see the great love
! between the two. The sensation of the
even was when the MarchioneSs of
iolte heard what had hap ened, and
we { over to Oakclitfe to see il it were
true. The m, et'ng between the mar
chioness and Lady Stair was scene
never to be forgotten.
The day came, also, when Lord Stair
gave bacS to mother and daughter the
lockets, set in diamonds, which had
belonged TO them, and as the sunhcams
flashed once more in the brilliant gems,
mother AMI child kissed each other
The most touching scene was when
| Lord Stair took his wife 10 install,
where Cyril Marine, grown old and
feeble, sill lived. They could never
make him understand who she was: he
thought it was his own wife come back
| from Paradise TO fetch him They all
made much of him, loved and esteemed
him. but he had forgotten everything
except the songs of aradise. He loved
the duchess the third Dasy he had
called her once but he was always
puzzled as TO who she was. he could
never quite understand.
duchess Ethel he called her, and
he would say to her "Sing Daisy song
to me, and she would sing to him of
ha hn f,,l yla~ 3 b,,
| find rest; OF viii his favorite lines are
| these:
80 Paradise, o Paradise.
feel twill not be long;
Patience l almost think hear
Sweet fragments o thy song"